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Jimin holds out until they’re back in their apartment, not wanting to humiliate his alpha in public. But when the door closes, and Namjoon is still stuck to him like a needy pup, scenting Jimin with a low growl vibrating his chest, Jimin can’t contain himself any longer.
He pushes Namjoon away. Or tries to. His alpha is strong and growls louder, fingers digging into Jimin’s sides painfully.
“Namjoon,” Jimin hisses, rather pissed off. “Let go.”
Namjoon only holds on harder, forces Jimin to expose his throat so he could bite at his neck.
“Fuck’s sake,” Jimin grumbles to himself. “Bad Joonie. Let your omega go right now,” he orders.
Namjoon absolutely hates being called bad. He whines and steps away from Jimin, head hanging low.
Jimin crosses his arms and cocks his hip, glaring at Namjoon. “What the fuck was that about?”
Namjoon’s fingers twitch by his side, clearly wanting to reach out and touch. But he balls his hands into fists and lifts his head to meet Jimin’s eyes.
“Just want you to smell like me,” he says with a shrug of a shoulder.
Jimin rolls his eyes. “Not the scenting. The whatever it was at the store.”
Namjoon’s jaw clenches, eyes narrowing in anger. “That fucking alpha touched you--”
“He bumped into me by accident--”
“And groped your ass by accident too,” Namjoon scoffs.
Jimin feels his own cheeks heating slightly. The stranger’s hand did come into contact with Jimin’s backside, but only because he tried to grab the nearest thing as he fell. The whole debacle was very embarrassing for all involved.
“Well, you didn’t have to bite his hand,” Jimin argues still. He understands that Namjoon thought he was defending Jimin’s honor or some bullshit, but that was a step too far.
Namjoon nods, serious. “I should’ve broken it,” he says as if that’s a logical conclusion.
Jimin gapes at him with his mouth open and eyes wide. Then he snaps his mouth shut with a click and points towards the bedroom door. “Muzzle and the cuffs. Now,” he orders.
Namjoon stands his ground for all of two seconds before his shoulders slump and he hangs his head like a sullen puppy. He trudges to the bedroom at Jimin’s command.
The sight of his big and beefy alpha acting like a pouty pup has Jimin’s lips curling at the corners. He might still be annoyed with him, but Namjoon’s adorable countenance is difficult for Jimin to resist.
While Namjoon retrieves the items, Jimin drops a blanket on the floor along with a couple of pillows. He takes his jeans and t-shirt off, leaving himself only in his underwear, and makes himself comfortable.
It’s comical how Namjoon freezes in place when he comes back. His eyes are wide as they run over Jimin’s body, and Jimin doesn’t feel the least bit guilty about stretching like a cat, making sure his alpha sees all the good angles.
“Jimin-ah,” Namjoon whispers and licks his lips.
“Come here,” Jimin pats the spot beside him. “And kneel for me.”
Namjoon does as told, dropping onto his knees, completely at Jimin’s mercy. Heat rushes in Jimin’s veins at the knowledge that he can command such a strong alpha with only a few words.
Jimin reaches for Namjoon’s t-shirt and tugs at it. “Off,” he says.
The muzzle and the cuffs get laid on the blanket so Namjoon can free up his hands. He takes the t-shirt off, and Jimin snatches it from him, slipping it on himself.
The alpha’s heady scent almost clouds Jimin’s brain as he puts the collar of the shirt to his nose and takes a deep breath. There’s Namjoon’s base scent, always so alluring to Jimin, but also his anger, and jealousy, and possessiveness. Jimin is probably a hypocrite for enjoying it so much, but he doesn’t much care.
Jimin wearing Namjoon’s t-shirt comes with the added bonus of Namjoon’s glorious muscles being on show just for the omega. He glides the tips of his fingers down Namjoon’s chest, so slow, the touch barely there. Jimin sees the way Namjoon’s muscles tense, how he grits his teeth and tries so hard not to touch without permission.
Jimin pulls his hand back and a heavy breath whooshes out of Namjoon, making Jimin giggle. His alpha is so dramatic sometimes. As if not having his hands on Jimin at all times is the worst torture.
“You’re going to be a good boy for me, right, Joonie? You’ll take your punishment well?” Jimin asks, taking the cuffs first.
Namjoon growls. “I don’t see why I should be punished for protecting you, to be honest.”
“You’re not being punished for that,” Jimin says as he unfastens the cuffs. “It’s because you bit someone. We resolve problems with words, not by biting.”
He flicks Namjoon’s nose and the alpha snaps his teeth at him. Jimin simply laughs. His puppy is so cute.
“Hands behind your back,” Jimin says.
Namjoon purses his lips in dissatisfaction but does as told anyway. Jimin leans in close to him so he could reach behind Namjoon. It would definitely be easier if Jimin made Namjoon turn around, but the quick sharp breath Namjoon takes and the way his scent spikes when Jimin presses close to him is worth the slight struggle.
Namjoon’s nose runs down the column of Jimin’s neck. He nibbles on Jimin’s pulse point, making it jump at the attention.
Jimin himself struggles to not just straddle his alpha’s big thighs and ride him into oblivion. But he has a plan.
So he secures Namjoon’s hands with the padded cuffs, checks that they’re not too tight and won’t actually hurt him, before he pulls away. Namjoon follows him on instinct, mouth on Jimin’s neck.
“Hyung, careful,” is all the warning Jimin manages before Namjoon overbalances, unable to use his hands, and crashes into Jimin, sending them both tumbling to the blanket on the ground.
“Fuck, are you okay?” Namjoon asks instantly. He struggles to sit up but all that time at the gym isn’t for nothing. His worried eyes check Jimin over, and he tugs harshly at the cuffs.
Jimin giggles, rolling on the floor, tears springing into his eyes. “I’m fine, I’m fine,” he chokes through the laughter.
Another chuckle and a sigh escapes him, and Jimin sits up. “Eager, puppy,” he comments, hands going to Namjoon’s broad shoulders and gliding down to his bulging biceps.
“Sorry,” Namjoon says, a bit sheepish now.
Jimin hums in answer. With a delicate touch he swipes a few unruly strands off Namjoon’s forehead, runs his fingers through his hair, and pulls at the strands. He leans up to brush their lips together. Nothing more than a teasing little peck. Namjoon whines, bites at Jimin’s lips for more, but Jimin just grins and shakes his head.
“No kisses for bad puppies,” he says.
Jimin reaches for the muzzle, and Namjoon eyes it with distaste. His alpha can handle having his hands bound, but muzzling him is the worst punishment. He’s told Jimin once that not being able to taste and kiss and bite Jimin during sex drives him wild. Which is what Jimin wants today.
The muzzle gets secured on Namjoon’s head. Jimin makes sure nothing’s too uncomfortable or tight.
“Good alpha,” Jimin praises with a kiss to Namjoon’s forehead when Namjoon doesn’t snarl like he usually does when he gets muzzled.
And then Jimin lies down, legs spread and Namjoon between them; he wants to give his alpha a good show and such a close angle should help.
“Do I look pretty?” Jimin asks as he skims his hands down his thighs, over his hips, pulls Namjoon’s t-shirt that he stole higher to reveal his slender waist and sculpted abs.
“Fucking gorgeous, Jimin-ah,” Namjoon growls out. His usual eloquence disappears quickly when they play like this, when Jimin’s in charge and Namjoon’s allowed to simply exist – an alpha with all his instincts laid bare. Jimin loves that he can reduce him to such a state.
Jimin’s fingers dance along the band of his underwear. He dips them beneath the fabric, toys with his quickly hardening cock.
“I bet you want to touch me so bad,” Jimin murmurs, making himself gasp as he thumbs at his cockhead. His hips buck up, and Namjoon snarls.
“I’d make you feel so good. Let me,” Namjoon says. The cuffs clink as he tugs at them.
A giggle leaves Jimin’s lips. “We just started, baby. I don’t think you’ve learned your lesson yet.”
Namjoon groans, put upon. “Don’t bite asshole alphas who ‘accidentally’ touch you. I got it. Now let me worship you the way such a god like you deserves.”
Jimin runs his tongue over his bottom lip, sees the way Namjoon’s eyes track the movement greedily. But Namjoon’s still able to string together a sentence so Jimin needs to work harder.
“I’ll decide when you can touch,” Jimin says. “Just watch for now. And try not to drool too much,” he adds with a grin.
Jimin hooks his thumbs into the waistband of his underwear and slides them off. Namjoon’s eyes are locked between Jimin’s legs, at everything that is now in show. Nothing fills Jimin with as much pride as seeing his alpha so hungry for his body.
Sighing softly, Jimin lets his eyes close and reaches between his legs. The fingers of one hand twist in the hem of the t-shirt he’s wearing, and the other goes to his hole, stimulating it to start leaking slick.
He hears the frustrated sounds Namjoon makes, feels him shift between his legs. His alpha’s desperation to have him only fans the heat that’s stirring low in Jimin’s belly, makes him slick up that much faster.
When Jimin finally pushes a finger inside himself, his lashes flutter as he opens his eyes. Namjoon’s snarls have become louder now, and Jimin glances over at him to see the alpha with his teeth bared.
A pleased grin curves Jimin’s lips. He pushes a second finger in, fucks himself nice and slow. The angle isn’t quite right for Jimin to reach deeper, short as his fingers are, so he lifts a leg, folding himself quite easily.
He’s a lot more exposed like this, which makes goosebumps break across his skin, imagining how he looks from Namjoon’s vantage point.
The new position allows Jimin to tickle that spot inside himself. It makes him gasp and arch his back in pleasure. Jimin’s fingers tighten where they’re twisted in the t-shirt. He bites his lip, but the moans still spill out of his mouth.
“Jimin,” Namjoon chokes out, voice sounding strangled.
Jimin hums, not paying him much attention. He continues the in and out of his fingers, harder now, his hole squeezing around them. When he pops them out, slick gushes down his crack.
“Fuck, Jimin, please,” Namjoon begs, voice dipped low, the growl never stopping.
Jimin blinks at him lazily. Namjoon’s nostrils flare as he scents the air, mouth open and drool dripping down his chin. He finally looks somewhat close to how Jimin wants him.
“Please what?” Jimin plays dumb, cocking his head to the side. He brings his fingers to his mouth and lets the tip of his tongue lap at the slick.
Namjoon grits his teeth, eyebrows furrowed in anger. He shifts on his knees to get closer, bumping Jimin’s legs. His arm muscles look so strained that Jimin thinks this will finally be the time Namjoon breaks the cuffs.
But Jimin puts his foot on Namjoon’s chest to keep the alpha from sliding closer. He can feel how fast and hard Namjoon’s heart is beating.
“Nuh-uh, stay,” Jimin tuts. “Bad puppy. Didn’t I tell you to behave?”
Namjoon’s jaw clenches hard. There’s sweat beading on his forehead from how hard he’s holding himself back.
“I’ll behave,” Namjoon says, and Jimin absolutely doesn’t believe him.
He grins at his alpha, slides his foot higher to rest on Namjoon’s shoulder, and then goes back to what he was doing.
This time Jimin pushes three fingers inside himself and his eyes flutter closed automatically. There’s a bit of a burn and Jimin enjoys it as he slides the digits in and out.
“Ah, it’s so tight,” Jimin mumbles as he scissors his fingers. “And my alpha is so big. How do you manage to fit inside here, hm?”
Predictably, the words have Namjoon straining against the cuffs, shaking his head to try and get the muzzle off. It’s highly entertaining, and Jimin laughs freely.
“Just you wait, omega,” Namjoon breathes harshly. “Alpha will make you take his cock and knot. No matter how tight you are.”
“Promises, promises,” Jimin hums and slides his foot down, presses it against the impressive bulge between Namjoon’s legs. Namjoon sucks in a sharp breath and throws his head back, panting at the stimulation.
But Jimin doesn’t give him much time to enjoy it. He sits up, the t-shirt falling to cover his lap, and tugs on the metal cage of the muzzle so Namjoon would meet his eyes.
Namjoon’s nostrils flare again and his tongue lolls out to lap at Jimin’s slick covered fingers. He’s more animal than man right now, growling and snarling, trying to get at Jimin even with the muzzle on.
Jimin laughs, delighted. He lies back down, guiding Namjoon by the muzzle to lean down closer to Jimin’s crotch.
“You want some, puppy?” he asks.
Namjoon does try valiantly, but the cage of the muzzle is too big to let his tongue reach the source of the slick. He only bumps into Jimin’s thigh, the metal a cold shock to Jimin’s system.
A frustrated growl reverberates through Namjoon’s chest and he pulls away, glaring at Jimin.
“Aw, no luck?” Jimin taunts and pushes his own lips into a mocking pout. “Did the silly puppy forget he’s all muzzled up? Can’t get a good taste of your omega, must be so frustrating for you.”
“Jimin, you’ve had your fun,” Namjoon’s voice has lost its growl, but it’s still low and gritty. He’s stock still now, deceptively calm, and Jimin senses the oncoming storm. It sends a shiver of thrill down his spine.
All of Namjoon’s muscles tense, the sight so glorious that Jimin almost misses the soft sound of metal clinking and snapping. Jimin’s eyes go wide and heat surges right between his legs when Namjoon brings his hands from behind his back, the cuffs still on but the broken ends of the link dangling off them.
Namjoon rolls his shoulders, cracks his neck, probably all stiff from the position and the tension. He reaches up to unclasp his muzzle and takes it off. All Jimin can do is stare, heart beating so hard against his ribcage and so loud in his ears.
“Now it’s my turn to have fun,” Namjoon says, and the smirk that twists his lips has Jimin gulping.
A squeak leaves Jimin’s mouth when Namjoon grabs him and flips him over unceremoniously. His hands are rough as they pull Jimin’s hips up so he’d present himself to Namjoon. The t-shirt slides down Jimin’s body and pools around his shoulders.
There’s no asking, no warning before Namjoon dives in to lap at Jimin’s hole. His fingers hold Jimin open, digging into the flesh and probably leaving bruises.
Jimin gasps and squirms at the sensation of tongue and teeth on his rim. “Joon,” he chokes on the word, has to bite at the blanket beneath to muffle his moans.
Namjoon is relentless. He licks and licks, prods his tongue inside, scrapes his sharp teeth over Jimin’s most sensitive spot. He has Jimin panting and scrambling to hold onto something as if that would help anything.
Namjoon himself is breathing harshly as he pulls away. Jimin thinks he might get a few seconds to collect himself, to take back the reins of the situation, but Namjoon’s big cock pushes at his rim and Jimin claws at the blanket.
“Fuck fuck fuck,” is all Jimin can chant, forehead now pressed to the blanket.
Just like Namjoon promised, he makes Jimin take him. The stretch burns so deliciously and Jimin moans the most embarrassing sound, something between a sob and a wail.
“Who’s a silly little puppy now?” Namjoon whispers into Jimin’s ear, buried inside Jimin to the hilt already. “Should’ve prepared yourself better for alpha.”
“Namjoon, shit, please,” Jimin begs.
Namjoon’s growl vibrates against Jimin’s back where they’re pressed close together. But then he pulls away so he can start a harsh rhythm, hips snapping against Jimin’s ass.
Every thrust forces little pitiful ah’s out of Jimin’s mouth. His eyes water at the intensity of it. Arousal feels like a fire burning bright inside him, scorching away all thought and leaving only the blissful pleasure behind.
Namjoon’s fingers leave indents on Jimin’s hips. The metal links of the cuffs brush against Jimin’s flushed skin in a maddening contrast of cold every time Namjoon fucks into him.
The knot swells at the base of Namjoon’s cock, Jimin can feel it bumping against his rim. The promise of being knotted has Jimin gushing slick, and the omega whines to himself in embarrassment.
Namjoon’s pace quickens then, his rhythm turning sloppy as his only goal now is to bury his knot inside Jimin. He succeeds after a few attempts, and Jimin arches his back, groaning at the amazing stretch.
There’s teeth on Jimin’s neck then. Namjoon bites and holds on, growling all the while as he comes inside Jimin with hot spurts of his seed.
The animalistic noises are music to Jimin’s ears, and Namjoon losing control so splendidly is something Jimin’s dreamed of.
The knot rubs at all the most sensitive spots inside Jimin, sparking euphoria in his veins. It burns through Jimin’s whole body and he trembles and shakes through his orgasm.
“Ugh,” Jimin groans as Namjoon flops completely on top of him, pressing Jimin into the floor. He loves his alpha dearly but he’d rather not suffocate under all that muscle. “Baby, move,” he grunts, elbowing Namjoon in the side.
Namjoon is very busy sucking hickeys onto Jimin’s neck but he hums and rolls them to their sides. Now that he can, he roams his hands all over Jimin - his chest, down his torso and over his abs, in between his legs to swipe at Jimin’s softening dick.
“And people think I’m the clingy one,” Jimin laughs.
“You are,” Namjoon mumbles into Jimin’s throat where he’s pressing wet kisses and biting at the skin. He hugs Jimin close, arms wrapped tightly around him, as if the omega can escape him when hanging from his knot.
Jimin snorts. “Sure.”
He catches one of Namjoon’s hands to unfasten the cuff but Namjoon shakes him off, choosing instead to glide his hand down the inside of Jimin’s thigh. Well, Jimin tried. It won’t be his fault when Namjoon later complains about his wrists hurting.
“Mine,” Namjoon mumbles so low that Jimin barely catches it. But he does feel Namjoon’s fingers at his sensitive rim, making him shiver and mewl.
Jimin giggles and turns his head to peck his alpha on the cheek. “Yours, you big possessive puppy,” he agrees.